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StoryMemorial Rhiannonw87 years 10 months ago
StoryBeauty: vast and tiny Rhiannonw107 years 10 months ago
StoryInter-tidal life Rhiannonw97 years 10 months ago
StoryShe Haunts Me PoetonaHill47 years 10 months ago
StoryPromises Beyond The Veil Of Light ( PT 22 ) skinner_jennifer67 years 10 months ago
StoryWE WILL TENT AGAIN Richard L. Prov...77 years 10 months ago
StoryWhat is a Marriage? love_writing57 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Girl in the Photo Jane Hyphen137 years 10 months ago
Story“good poetry objectifies feeling” Rhiannonw47 years 10 months ago
StoryA Glimpse of Mom PeripheralVisions27 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Dirt Road Jane Hyphen207 years 10 months ago
StoryDiversity. Maxine Jasmin-Green27 years 10 months ago
StoryIf Money Was No Object luigi_pagano57 years 10 months ago
StoryLasting Light Rhiannonw07 years 10 months ago
StorySeduced By September skinner_jennifer27 years 10 months ago
StoryDON'T BIRDS KNOW Richard L. Prov...37 years 10 months ago
StorySharing Rhiannonw97 years 10 months ago
StoryEMPTY THE HOUSE Richard L. Prov...37 years 10 months ago
StoryI have God Rhiannonw07 years 10 months ago
StoryChristobel and The Monkey (Part 2 of 2) airyfairy67 years 10 months ago
Storythe PLAGUE loquaciousicity27 years 10 months ago
StoryEncyclopidias luigi_pagano47 years 10 months ago
StoryStorm Rhiannonw117 years 10 months ago
StoryLabour of Love Mary-Ann47 years 10 months ago
StoryWalking In Her Shoes. Maxine Jasmin-Green47 years 10 months ago

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Gathered people of God

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Last Sunday was Pentecost Sunday, regarded as the birthday of Christ Jesus’ church (‘church’ referring to the gathered people of God, not the building) Tired of godlessness and spite, longing for the place of light, …

Journeying over the gulf

Can I go back? Can we heal the rift? … so far a journey, a gulf so wide

Wall Decoration

Red brick wall, patch of crumbling mortar: roots take hold, space fills so greenery, sprinkled with pointed bells of blue campanula spills over:...

Wherever

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] It is too wonderful to plumb how wide and full your scanning sight, your knowledge of my inmost thought, in...
Cherry

Shiny Brown

Rain or sun we’ll have fun in the squelchy and squishy jump and splash it thickly melted-chocolate sticky of the path in the wood today: bluebells...

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